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[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	This might take a while, so please sit down. Maid! A pint of ale for both of us, and the daily special. I'm a fan of their cottage pie. Now then, down to my story and hers... No one knows how they are born, only that they are spirits that take the shape of objects. As far as anyone can tell, they usually crystallize ...	18	34	10,700
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	[deleted]	1	34	10,701
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Every bullet loaded in this gun has a name. Hutriel - Lahatiel - Makatiel - Puriel - Rogziel - Shoftiel. Six of the seven angels of punishment. The last angel, Kushiel, is my personal burden; the bullet is buried deep in my chest, and the doctors tell me that removing it would mean the end of my life. Unacceptable. I ...	12	34	10,702
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Despite the emperor's bow, made from ivory and a branch of a young kingsbone in the autumn of the Age of Feuding Princes, or the longsword, forged by masters specifically for him, named merely Avenger, or even the feared black battle axe, Scerac-Enne, taken from the cold dead hands of the very orc queen of Baav, his mo...	3	34	10,703
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	This sword is not cursed. A dull, rust-colored blade almost four feet long, with a short pommel wrapped carelessly in tattered leather. The hilt is worn and cracked, a reminder of wars both hard-fought and long forgotten. A single pair of emeralds rest on either side of the hilt, scuffed and dim even in the noon-day s...	2	34	10,704
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	A knife? I got no knife. Everybody's so fond of steel. Swords, daggers, maces, spears, you name it. I never thought highly of them. Neither did they of me. Whenever my father forced me again to the practice yard I'd come back with cuts and bruises. Most of the time cuts and bruises originating from my own clumsiness. I...	6	34	10,705
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	I was a Blademaster, once. Not the best, no, I could never lay claim to that title. But I could best most anyone with my blade. I earned that title. Saradas Blademaster. I suppose it all came to pass because of my disgrace. Had it not been for my shame, I would still be the Khan's Champion, and his bodyguard. I cou...	4	34	10,706
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	The blade was just located on the floor of the wrecked house. It was dull, starting to rust and the handle was uncomfortable. It mattered not; it was mine. The blade, over time and skill, was sharpened and fashioned. The rust was removed, galvanised within new steel. The handle was softened, easier to grip. But none ...	5	34	10,707
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	[oh god i love worldbuilding] I raised the thin blade in front of my face, to see if there were any flaws. Of course, there were none. This rapier was given me by my father, and belonged to my family for ten generations. Crafted with a technique now rare to find, its edge barely ever chipped, and the steel almost neve...	3	34	10,708
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Zevra examined her wristphone. She eyed its gold plated metallic sheen as it reflected off the bright overhead LED lights. She slightly moved her slender wrist and watched its tiny display project onto her eyeball. Her fingernail briefly dug into a small joint full of lint and dirt. "Gross," she said to herself as ...	2	34	10,709
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	There’s been a lot written and said about the gun I used on this particular day or that one, and the ones my brothers and friends used. I carried many guns in a long life filled with too much gunplay, and I don’t particularly care more for one or another. Truth be told, I did not like to carry firearms and still don’t....	3	34	10,710
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	[CRITIQUES WELCOME] It’s been 30 years since I first learned the arts of war, but I remember that time fondly. 2000 foolish boys enter the academy every year. For three years every weapon is mastered. Year 1 is close combat, hand to hand, knives swords, etc. Year two is distance kills like pistols, crossbows, and...	3	34	10,711
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Lenny held the pistol as his grandpa looked on. Grandpa smiled, "I think you should have this now that you're 18 and the man of the house." Lenny kept looking at the gun and feeling its heft in his hands. His thumb felt its cold metallic body and he examined the tiny text revealing the gun's model number and the lit...	4	34	10,712
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	It isn't much, I know. But I named it nonetheless. I guess I'm a nerd like that; inanimate objects that bear significance get names. Hell, I named my first car- doesn't everybody?- and since this was the first of its kind that I had, I named it, too. Messenger. I don't usually have a lot of important things to say, b...	3	34	10,713
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Asking about the sword of Lord Irale inevitably leads to the question, which one? After all, he owned a great many swords, from delicate fencing foils to mighty ryyk blades, ancient warblades and electroblades, and a great collection of vibroblades of every shape and size. They all decorated the walls of his chambers a...	2	34	10,714
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	A Kalashnikov. It is an easy choice, don't you think? It is also a bit of an irony in this ever changing world, allow me to explain: For centuries, men have perfected the art, weapons and tactics of war. They change depending the subject, the army, the resources and the terrain they are to face. It is foolish t...	1	34	10,715
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Few know that Master is the king's chief tactician. He does not look the part; an aging, plump man with flabby arms and soft hands. Long years of reading in candlelight has left him with a permanent squint, and on his rare forays into battle, someone, usually I, is always there to describe the surroundings down to the ...	1	34	10,716
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	Bernard pulled back on the string of the bow, squinted his eyes, and released the arrow. His breath erupted from his mouth in a rush and his shoulders instantly slumped. He knew he had missed the target. The tree was unmoving, a stationary object in a forest of stationary objects. His eight years of training should hav...	1	34	10,717
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	the blade that i wield, is special, though it looks plain enough. it was made for the great king Olof, to be used in his final war against the mountain kings. the blade still glimmers to this day, as it has been hidden from man for the last hundred years. though it is a plain sword, only lightly encrusted with gems o...	1	34	10,718
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	My blades are of star-stone black as the deepest night. They were forged by the greatest of smiths this side of the Great Sundering Sea, Eöl the Dark Elf. Anguirel, Iron Daughter, I wield in my right hand; her mate Anglachel, Iron of the Flaming Star, in my left. My blades cry out for the blood of my foes when I march...	2	34	10,719
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s weapon of choice.	[deleted]	1	34	10,720
[WP] Describe a country as if it were a person.	The United States of America... is a jackass. Don't get me wrong, he's a swell guy. Right, everyone? Yeah, we all think he's great and everything, but c'mon. Let's be real here. USA is the epitome of hypocrisy. He lectures you about doing one thing, then turns around and does the same thing, but thinks it's no big de...	11	18	10,721
[WP] Describe a country as if it were a person.	Antarctica is hard to approach, because she lives on a friggin' moat and her neighbors are all foreigners of foreigners. But let me tell you, I have never seen a more beautiful woman. Oh yeah sure, there's Chile with her misty fur coat, and, and Japan for her high fashion...but Antarctica needs none of those. She can w...	8	18	10,722
[WP] Describe a country as if it were a person.	Italy is... a very strange country. It has its pro and cons, obviously, like every country on earth. Easiest thing to see: it's beautiful. Almost painfully beautiful. And it's not that kind of beauty that gets boring after a while, you know? A lot of variety. From the snow capped mountain in the north, to the clear...	1	18	10,723
[WP] Describe a country as if it were a person.	All she ever does is sit there. She doesn't get involved with anything, she doesn't do anything drastic. But she's a smart girl, and she usually knows what she's doing. I'm not sure how she is with her friends...It seems to be a mixed relationship. She seems fine at first, but when the people around her start fighting,...	2	18	10,724
[WP] Describe a country as if it were a person.	Strong, calloused hands. Boots blackened with clay. A gut from the beer, but power beneath it. Cold and unyielding, unchanging, the damp follows him everywhere. His sons have too much time for drink and girls and fast cars, and not enough time for the cows and the wheat and the potatoes. They'll change though, everyo...	3	18	10,725
[WP] Describe a country as if it were a person.	She has impeccable genes. The last child from proud, if distant parents. She is young and petite but many day she is the most beautiful they have ever seen. Her white hair reaches nearly down to her feet and her gown is of the deepest green. She cares for all and has no qualms with any, apart from her obnoxious older b...	2	18	10,726
[IP] Write a story about this guy.	Sorry, this is huge.There it goes: The media called James Parson the Burning Warrior, he liked it. He didn't know how it happened exactly, but he could make flames come out of himself and the objects that he touched. It had to be because of the gas station explosion, but that really wasn't explaining anything. I guess...	1	3	10,727
Story of a terrible breakup, from two different sides	Hello, Your post is not tagged correctly. Please see the sidebar for details. A tag should be in [square brackets]. You don't need to delete your post - just remember in the future to tag your posts, please. (This is an automated post.)	1	6	10,728
Story of a terrible breakup, from two different sides	"Look... I don't think you get it." "Oh, no, Michael, I get it." I looked down at my hands. No, that was a sign of weakness. I looked back up to meet his sad gaze. Gosh, it felt like I was kicking a puppy. "Michael, you know I like you, I really do. But, after what you've done, I just can't be with you." Crap. Now h...	11	6	10,729
Story of a terrible breakup, from two different sides	He was a dreamboat. For a girl to find a guy like this in 1958 is unheard of. I saw the way my Dad treated my Mom. The lickings she would get just for having the dinner to the table a few minutes late. The time I would see her cry on her bed for hours because he was out at the pub with God knows who. Mike treated...	3	6	10,730
[WP] You’ve been captured spying in a despotic country. But your torturers are frustrated – all they’re getting are movie lines.	"Tell us what you know about the CIA's involvement in the missile strike against the premier" "You can't handle the truth" "You are a worthless piece of shit and you WILL DIE in this room if you do not answer the questions" "Don't you fucking look at me" "DuValle get me the angle grinder" "Mrs Robinson, you'r...	12	17	10,731
[WP] You’ve been captured spying in a despotic country. But your torturers are frustrated – all they’re getting are movie lines.	They hit me with a right cross, rattling my teeth and making my vision blur. "Who did you tell about the case?" "Hey-diddly-ho, neighborino." The the interrogaters looked at each other and laughed. The heavy-handed torturer hit him again, being careful not to knock me unconsious. "Whoa! Did someone leave a window o...	8	17	10,732
[WP] You’ve been captured spying in a despotic country. But your torturers are frustrated – all they’re getting are movie lines.	"How you get in here?" The plump captor said after a hand to my face. "The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut" "What you talk fuck about? What time you talk about?" "In Time" "In Time What?" The plump one said incredulously "In Time" "You ...	4	17	10,733
[WP] You’ve been captured spying in a despotic country. But your torturers are frustrated – all they’re getting are movie lines.	"You will tell us who you are talking to?" The angry colonel growled as he threw my satellite radio onto the nearby table. Here i was shackled by my wrists, hanging naked in the cold interrogation room. "He's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now" I proclaimed loudly. Best not to start on th...	2	17	10,734
[WP] You’ve been captured spying in a despotic country. But your torturers are frustrated – all they’re getting are movie lines.	"Okay, let's try this again. From the top." Tony rubbed the back of his neck, and he couldn't keep a hint of dejection out of his voice when he said it. Good, it was starting to take its toll. "We know you've been skulking around, we have hours of footage showing you poking your nose into places it don't belong. W...	2	17	10,735
[WP] A short story where the narrator treats the reader like an idiot.	I'll make sure not to use really big words here, alright? I don't want to confuse you -- sorry, I don't want to make stuff hard for you to get? Is that better? Probably still too difficult for you. You probably think I sound condescending -- you know what that word means, right? -- but really I have to assume that you...	16	30	10,736
[WP] A short story where the narrator treats the reader like an idiot.	I once lived in a city that had a Church of Scientology in the inner city, and I unfortunately had to walk past it on my way to work every day. You know those guys: very litigious--sue-happy, basically--and always trying to pimp their self-help books to you. Let me tell you, Dianetics might sound scientific, but it's f...	7	30	10,737
[WP] A short story where the narrator treats the reader like an idiot.	To all people: I am dead now but I write this so you will know that I lived. I leave this to you as a gift. Please read it with care and remember it, and save it somewhere so others can read it. I made a bad, bad mistake. I made the mistake and so did others like me, my friends and people I worked with. We were ve...	3	30	10,738
[WP] A short story where the narrator treats the reader like an idiot.	[deleted]	1	30	10,739
[WP] A short story where the narrator treats the reader like an idiot.	OK, toolshed. Sit down. Use the chair. The other chair. OK, titty time. Look, so there's this guy. He's got a dick. K. So, he's a guy. Anyway, he goes to a barber. A barber is another guy or girl - so, you know, dick or puss, and they cut hair. THE HAIR ON YOUR HEAD, YOU TWAT! Anyway, so he goes to the barber and he...	2	30	10,740
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	Hello, Your post is not tagged correctly. Please see the sidebar for details. A tag should be in [square brackets]. You don't need to delete your post - just remember in the future to tag your posts, please. (This is an automated post.)	0	5	10,741
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	[deleted]	1	5	10,742
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	They call it neural trauma Don't need no med school drama, give it to me straight, doc Just wanna hear some straight talk I ain't no rapper I'm writer A lover not a fighter The fly and not the spider who's on his web and reading His compound eyes ain't yet believing what the mods here be repeating You won...	2	5	10,743
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	Yo yo yo, I bring that fucked up brain flow That synergy energy rhyme reason and passion A call to action and FLASH I'm on the go and I'll show ya (WHAT'S UP) Things I don't remember, things I can't recall and after all Who needs a normal synapse reaction to make you move and groove And lay down a funked up tra...	2	5	10,744
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	[deleted]	1	5	10,745
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	It's too bad I'm not that good at free-style rapping, Because ten minutes ago I really needed help crapping.	1	5	10,746
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	"Here we are in your humble abode, but low and behold I have not been bestowed your god damned wifi code I feel like a burglar and bitch for sure, Imma cause a stir for sir you have me all in blur... like a censor and mentor or maybe I'll just vent more like a dispenser..." Liam...	2	5	10,747
After a devastating brain injury, you can now only communicate through freestyle rapping.	[deleted]	1	5	10,748
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	-and the fries at that fast food restaurant are particularly salty, so maybe I should go there when I wake up. "Did the cryogen start up yet?" I asked. No response. I leaned forward and rubbed my hand against the glass tube, getting a view of an empty room with a few red lights flashing. Huh, where did everyone go? ...	14	18	10,749
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	[deleted]	0	18	10,750
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	[deleted]	2	18	10,751
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	I always thought my first words in the year 3014 would be insightful. I thought I would say something grand. Something that would go down in history. Instead, I rolled over in place and said what I said every time I woke up. "I have to take a wicked piss."	8	18	10,752
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	[deleted]	1	18	10,753
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	"Man, I hope that if anyone makes an animated sitcom about this, I'm voiced by Billy West."	3	18	10,754
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	Welcome to the world of tomorrow!	1	18	10,755
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	I remember stepping into the water and in agony watching it grip me and work its frozen hands up my legs to my torso and remember my last breath as I succumbed to the chill. When I left there were creatures the size of trees. There were birds of all kinds filling the skies. I am thawed and I am alone.	4	18	10,756
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	"...I think I forgot to turn off the alarm clock in my apartment. I hope the neighbors liked waking up at 6:30 every Saturday morning..."	1	18	10,757
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	Finally, weeds legal.	1	18	10,758
[WP] You are cryogenically frozen for 1000 years. Describe your first thoughts upon waking.	[deleted]	0	18	10,759
[WP] The conspiracy theorists were right, the moon landing WAS faked. The reason turns out to be more sinister than anyone ever imagined.	Feynman knew, and we made damn sure he played ball. There was a short stint in the 80's where we thought he'd write some memoir and leak it to the press, but our boys were on him from the moment he made his discovery, down to his last breath fighting cancer on his deathbed. The world is different now, connected and bu...	8	22	10,760
[WP] The conspiracy theorists were right, the moon landing WAS faked. The reason turns out to be more sinister than anyone ever imagined.	After months of following the anonymous tip, after years of trying to prove that the moon landing was a hoax, I finally had it. Proof that it was all a fraud. A cable from the Soviet Politburo in Moscow to a field office in Siberia, dated just before Apollo 8, that the American space program hoax should be supported, ...	10	22	10,761
[WP] The conspiracy theorists were right, the moon landing WAS faked. The reason turns out to be more sinister than anyone ever imagined.	From the office of Dr. Thomas O. Paine NASA Director (acting) Re: Apollo Program Mr. President, As outlined in Project 2501, Planetary defense systems as provided by the extraterrestrial visitors at Site 51 have been implemented. We are in the process of training selected members of our armed forces to inspect and ...	2	22	10,762
[WP] Man drinking alone in a crowded bar	The wood interior set off a cozy atmosphere. The dimmed lights allowed inhibitions to take a back seat, the smoke filled air gave a romantic setting. This was YinYang, this was my second home. I like to think that a man can learn a lot from observing other people, and in my opinion there are few better places than to...	3	18	10,763
[WP] Man drinking alone in a crowded bar	The inside of the Dusty Tavern fit it's name perfectly. Everything seemed to have this slight layer of silt on it. From the counter tops, to the bottles, and even the bartender. To be honest it was amazing that someone who appeared to be in their 80s would even want to continue working in such a filthy place. You wou...	4	18	10,764
[WP] Man drinking alone in a crowded bar	He watched them dancing. She was smiling, her painted lips slightly parted. Her eyes were shimmering, her gaze fluttering between her dancing partner and the wedding party around them. She never wore makeup around me, he thought. She didn't need to. It was an open bar, and most of the guests were busy getting ...	4	18	10,765
[WP] Man drinking alone in a crowded bar	He blew in like a breeze. Same time, same place, same as every night before. He'd stuck with this shitty old dump since its inception, and he damn sure wasn't going to quit coming now. He use to have a crowd with him, old baseball buddies from his time in the bigs, but he doesn't have that anymore. No clamoring for aut...	3	18	10,766
[WP] Man drinking alone in a crowded bar	First gin and tonic of the night. It's the one that does the most, introduces that slightly numb sensation to my body and allows my brain to finally exhale and relax. With each sip the images of charts in my mind become a little fuzzier until they're barely more than a pixelated mess, cluttering themselves and being st...	4	18	10,767
[WP] Man drinking alone in a crowded bar	The project was finally complete, and it was opening day for The Dead Man's Pub. It was only half past one, yet still almost every chair was claimed, every booth packed to capacity, and every stool taken...except for one, the place of honor right behind the bar, reserved for the most important man in any pub. The doo...	1	18	10,768
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.. At his elbow, there sat a Collins glass, still a third-full of Glenlivet 15-year-old Scotch. As he drew another lungful of soft, sweet Honduran tobacco smoke, he reached into the sack from the hardware store and withdrew yet another insect fogger. Setting as...	7	22	10,769
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	Any minute now the bombs would be dropped. But this was my home, this was Nagasaki and I would be born, grow and die it in. Leaving my family behind in Manchuria I fled back to my hometown to witness it's destruction. I would not let this place evaporate without my essence in it. "Boss, people are evacuating, we mu...	4	22	10,770
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	On a dark and stormy afternoon, it can be a real struggle to light a match. Finally one caught feebly against the dark. A few puffs later he was smoking the cigar he swore would be his last. The faded baseball cap on his head did little to keep out the driving rain. He tried to suck a little heat from the burning e...	4	22	10,771
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last. He was awaiting trial to a foregone conclusion for an inescapable crime. He drew his last puff of his last cigar. The cyanide pill broke. He escaped his trial. His name was Herman Goering.	1	22	10,772
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	The light of his match flickered in the wind. It would have to be in January. The sub-zero temperatures licked his cheeks as he cupped his hand around the end of the cigar to light it. She hated that he smoked. She probably hated it even more that he was smoking right now. "Excuse me, sir? I'm going to have t...	4	22	10,773
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	I h have everything set up. My will is on the desk, underneath my NCAA trophy. I have my 45 caliber 1911 service pistol. And of course, my cigar. This will be the last cigar I ever get to savor. I knew this is how it had to be. Margaret is gone. Breast cancer took her from me last year. A drunk named Bill Howard took ...	1	22	10,774
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	Truth has a funny way of showing itself in the smoke. It twists sometimes, floats others, sometimes it’s on the edge of my grasp, and still other times it leaves my mouth in a gasping sigh, circling my head in a wreath only to be lost in the rafters. People tend to hate the truth when they’ve been told it. That’s why...	3	22	10,775
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last. It would not be by choice. Tendrils of smoke were wafting up into the air around him, some coming back to move against his face as he smirked at the room in front of him, barely skimming over the family portraits nearby. Oh, he'd done it alright. He would never den...	2	22	10,776
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	He walked out of the hospital, smoking his cigar. He knew they were dangerous. He knew he was jeopardizing his own health. But he never thought of what it would put his family through. This trip to the hospital had been all too haunting. This would be his last cigar, but he feared the damage had already been done. Aft...	2	22	10,777
[WP] He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last.	He was smoking a cigar he swore would be his last. Kids, 7 and 8 now, playing in the pool. The pool he bought. Took what? Seven years to save up for? Worth it, even though he'd had to borrow for the difference. See 'em happy, made him happy. The wife liked it, too. She was in the garden. Eyes shooting towards the po...	2	22	10,778
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	As the cool liquid filled his mouth he knew something was just.. off... It was his favorite drink for years, bloody marry, spiced, but this tasted somewhat metalic and rusty... He put the drink down and decided that he had a pretty rough week and should probably just go home and head to bed. The office had been slam...	7	38	10,779
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	She put her hands on her hips as he walked out the door. He got in the car and tried to ignore her. She curses him out for yet again wasting money on liquor. He turns the key in the ignition. She slams the door and walks into the kitchen. He pulls out of the driveway, watching the house through his rear view mirror. Sh...	36	38	10,780
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	Jerry began to drink his favorite cider and pulled out his kindle to read in the corner of the quiet bar. A girl sat near him, smiled when he briefly looked at her, and went back to his kindle. He looked back up to examine her lithe body and long black hair as she laughed and exchanged words with a friend of hers w...	8	38	10,781
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	This is my first ever submission - have always been a reader rather than a contributor but this WP intrigued me. Any constructive criticism would be welcomed! * He'll never forget that moment. That second when everything changed. It was gradual at first, a sip of his favourite drink, a notion that something wasn't...	6	38	10,782
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	[deleted]	1	38	10,783
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	He just had gotten into a huge fight with his wife. She threatened to take away the kids if he continued to drink. He was fed up with her and thought he should be able to do what he wants to do to himself. No one should tell him how to live his life he thought. Stumbling his way to the bar grabbing onto poles and any...	2	38	10,784
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	Five years... Five, long, arduous, and tedious years. No release, no calm, no anger. They've kept me from it all, kept me from the return of Hyde. "Club soda," I tell the barkeep, but there's no need to tell him now, he knows. He slides the drink over to me with an uncharacteristic wink. Five years, in the end t...	2	38	10,785
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	Mercs had to be the most run down, back nebula shithole of a bar this side of the Red Moon and Crass loved it. He loved the way the front door didn’t quite shut ever since that green bastard had gotten his head smashed into it. He loved the real wood imported from Myosec 4 and how it wouldn’t stop growing vines and l...	1	38	10,786
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	[deleted]	1	38	10,787
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	Gerard walked into the bar and tried to sit down exactly in the middle. Five stools to the left, four to the right. "Not a good sign," he thought to himself, "I should have planned this out better." A couple employees walked back and forth behind the bar, unpacking boxes of wine bottles and bringing out clean glasses...	1	38	10,788
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	“Just the usual, Mark.” Andy slid onto his usual barstool and called out to Mark, the bartender. “Whiskey neat, you got it,” Mark responded without stopping to look up. Andy turned his back to the bar, leaning onto it with his arms up, before closing his eyes. He and Amber had just ended it. Another month past...	2	38	10,789
[WP] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink, but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip.	[deleted]	1	38	10,790
[WP] F* It, I throw him in	She chewed on her lower lip while staring at the strange little man standing in front of her thoughtfully, one hand lightly rubbing at her reddish hair irritably. It'd taken most of their finances to grease the appropriate palms just to get this far; she wasn't keen on spending more of their money just to keep this lit...	1	9	10,791
[WP] F* It, I throw him in	Bond's stomach began to churn as he watched the lava begin to burn away at the struggling assassin's skin below him. The man who was minutes before attempting to take Bond's life now screamed at him, shrieking and crying like a lost toddler. The smell of burning skin reached the edge of the bubbling pit where Bond stoo...	2	9	10,792
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	"It's time for you to come with me, son. You've hidden from me long enough." "Oh God, I can't believe it's over so soon. " "I take it you were referring to me," he chuckled. "Now let's get going, I haven't all eternity." "Alright, I'm ready then." "Good. We'll start with the yellow house down the road. I b...	7	41	10,793
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	"Hey!" I woke up two seconds before his bony hands touched the spot between my eyes. "Sorry kid. I don't make the rules." "Why am I dying?" He didn't look much like the god of death, but like my father used to say 'when you meet a god, you'll know it's a god.' I knew now. "You've suffered a series of tiny stro...	47	41	10,794
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	"Oh, hey. You again, huh? When is your boss going to get the hint I'm kind of hard to get rid of?" "It's time for you to go now James, for real this time. He says if you don't act out He'll let you live in your own version of heaven, no general population, no required praising of Him. You're becoming a bigger pain in ...	3	41	10,795
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	I clenched my jaw as cold sweat spread across my forehead. My stomach dropped to my feet and my fingers dug into the bed sheets. Blood was pounding in my ears. I’d never feared opening my eyes before then. My skin crawled and my thoughts screamed in protest of what my heart knew. The air was sucked out of my lungs and ...	1	41	10,796
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	It was the silence that woke me really. Not the noise, because as you might be able to guess he didn't make any. Not him. But let me back up a bit, to my actual reaction. So anyway, I wake up in my bed, and everything seemed normal. Outside the noise of cab drivers arguing with drunken passengers and traffic at a st...	2	41	10,797
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	Death came creeping, while I lay sleeping, dreaming dreams of happy somethings. Whispering words, he much inferred I would live no longer. The words abusrd. I ignored his vigor, breathed out stale liquor dreaming Death's whisper words from booze. I tumbled awfully and reached out softly past Lord Death...	7	41	10,798
[WP] The god of death visits you in your sleep. You wake up.	It is rumored that if you die in your sleep, you don't wake up. In my own experience, I find this to be untrue. It took a long time, but I finally learned to control my actions when I drift off into dreamland. I was fearful the first time I forced myself off that cliff in my dreams. I wasn't even sure I wanted to die j...	12	41	10,799

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